Me: It is a gulf of ichor.
Phloxin starts humming the Smurfs theme.
Angel: It's an asphyxiated halfling.
Phloxin: A scroll of polymorph. A scrawl of pole-y morph
Jefe: For the benefit of group protection. Which is sort of like group sex
Angel: Except with a condom.
Josh: Power Word: Sanity. Augh, she made her save!
Matt (playing a vampire): My staff does cold damage. I have a frozen drink.
GM: Look, we can't have yin and yin.
Me: What do you do at night?
Jefe: Get things wet. He's a mist.
Angel: An assubus?
GM: A succubus and a blowyoubus.
Angel: If you had an army of mages and they all cast Darkness, would you have an army of darkness? Or would it be an army of Darkness, 15' radius?
GM: What? You can't put that in a wand!
Jefe: I want it! I want it just because it made Phloxy shriek!
GM: Someone roll me a d10.
Bri: What kind of d10 are you using?
Josh: It makes me think of Hot Pockets!
Me: Nothing beats having your mommy's tongue down your throat.
Jefe: Is it incest if it's kept outside the family?
Phloxin: Talk to my undead ass, okay?
Larisa: It's priestess-envy!
Jefe (on Uu'melima meeting her half-sister): Summon water, turn it into a mud pit, stand back and sell tickets.